Super Dimensional Wizard

The inspector had just jumped into the passage, and before he had time to feel the environment in the passage, he found himself in another room.

This is a magnificent looking aristocratic hall.

But unlike the halls of other noble castles, the inspector saw some weird things here. For example, there is a teacup floating in mid-air. There are small ceramic hands on both sides of the teacup. I am tapping my body with a spoon, and the crisp tapping sound is matched by another team of weird musical instruments floating next to it.

There is a teacup bunny playing the trumpet, a black and white cup playing the piano, and a goblet playing the violin...

A whole teacup band.

This is not the weirdest thing. There are several colorful dragonflies floating in the sky above the hall, as well as some strange light spots. These light spots look very gorgeous, but inexplicably give the observer a sense of danger.

While the inspector was in a daze, the teacup band played cheerful music.

As the music played, neat tapping sounds came from the curtain on the side.

The inspector followed the sound and saw that the curtain was opened to a small corner, and two teams of brick soldiers, no taller than a hand, came out with common and neat steps.

These brick soldiers all wear red uniforms, white trousers, and high hats. Their cheeks are also painted with two red dots, which look very funny.

But the inspectors didn't find it funny at all, because both teams of brick soldiers held various weapons in their hands. Bayonets, spears, muskets, rapiers...these weapons, like the light spots above their heads, gave the officers a sense of extreme danger.

It can make him feel danger, which at least means that these weapons can hurt him. You must know that he is a legendary wizard who can hurt himself. These weapons are at least very high-level alchemy tools and are absolutely priceless in the outside world.

But here, they were assigned to brick soldiers.

The inspector swallowed his saliva, not knowing whether he was afraid or envious. He just watched helplessly as two teams of brick soldiers walked up to him.

tap!

The brick soldiers finished their steps in front of the inspector in a ceremonial manner, and then they separated into two sides, using stiff brick hands, they simultaneously made a welcoming gesture and pointed in the direction of the red curtain.

"Does this mean you want me to go that way?" the inspector asked doubtfully.

No one answered him.

The inspector thought for a while. Anyway, he was already in the Dalmatian's belly, ready to be slaughtered at any time. He was at least better than Gruzdaward and the others now. With contrast, the inexplicable fear is reduced.

Since there is no place to retreat, then go, go forward!

The inspector stepped forward firmly.

Just when he took the first step, the teacup band played the welcoming music again, which obviously meant that the inspector was right.

The Brick Soldiers are here to clear the way, and the Teacup Band is here to create atmosphere.

Coupled with the atmosphere of this aristocratic hall, the inspector felt as if he had been invited to a dinner by "a certain aristocratic gentleman".

Soon, the inspector came to the red curtain.

The inspector had an inexplicable hunch that perhaps the person behind the red curtain was the owner of this space.

The inspector paused for two seconds, took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain. As the curtains were lifted, the teacup band's music stopped.

The inspector slowly raised his eyes and saw the scene behind the curtain.

A gorgeous long table, exquisite porcelain plates, and bright candlelight.

There are people sitting at the long table.

There was no one at the main seat directly in front of the long table. However, on the main table, a Dalmatian dog lay lazily there, showing that he was the honorable leader.

There were people sitting on both sides of the main seat, and on the right was a fat void traveler. It was like a large puddle of soft jelly, filling the small chair to the brim.

The person sitting on the left was Angel, an acquaintance of the inspector.

Angel was dressed as before and sat on the chair very upright. When he heard the sound of the curtain being opened, he turned his head and looked at the inspector.

Inspector: What's going on?

Angel: Well, it’s a long story.

After exchanging glances, Angel nodded slightly to him and motioned for him to take a seat first.

The inspector also understands that they have reached this point and they will definitely sit in. There is no way to escape. Therefore, he did not hesitate and stepped forward.

There were many empty seats at the long table, but the inspector did not hesitate and sat directly next to Angel.

Angel was someone he knew well.

After sitting down, a beautiful porcelain plate automatically floated in front of the inspector. The porcelain plate also stretched out his hand and took the bread and knife from the center of the table. The bread was cut into slices and placed on the plate. Pour the creamy onion juice again and pour it on the bread.

After doing all this, Porcelain Plate suddenly spoke, and said in a loud voice: "Be gentle when you use the fork, don't scratch my skin, and don't lick the plate after eating the bread. I hate being licked by men."

The inspector looked at the porcelain plate blankly and subconsciously replied: "Oh."

"Oh what, no manners at all, I hate vulgar men even more."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the inspector's face: "I mean, thank you."

"I still know how to make amends... You're welcome, this is my job. Please use it slowly and don't forget the rules I told you."

The inspector nodded quickly: "Okay."

The porcelain plate returned to normal, but the inspector felt that something was wrong with him. Was he talking to a porcelain plate just now? Is this porcelain plate a living being? Then aren't these foods placed on porcelain plates?

"Have I entered a fairy tale world?" The inspector couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.

"Fairy tale world? No, this is just an ordinary banquet room." Angel said after hearing the inspector's whisper.

A very ordinary banquet room? The inspector looked at Angel with a strange look. Is he abnormal, or is Angel abnormal? This is also called a normal banquet room?

Angel: "Your plate may be a bit arrogant. This is the first time I have seen a plate with so many rules. This is an exception."

After the words fell, the porcelain plate in front of Angel made a pleasant female voice, matching Angel's words: "Yes, it is an exception. I especially want the distinguished guest to lick my whole body, that will make me Very comfortable and easy to clean.”

This time, the inspector looked at Angel even more strangely.

Angel also felt a little embarrassed. The porcelain plate in front of him was quite normal. He didn't say anything and just cut the bread obediently. Why is it that now, when he speaks, he speaks in such a way that it makes people... whimsical?

Angel couldn't help but rub his swollen temples: Sure enough, the things released by the Dalmatians, the creatures from the nightmare world, were not very serious.

This hall was actually originally a black room. However, in order to prevent the inspectors from seeing the "transparent surveillance" on the floor, Angel released his extremely luxurious nightmare.

Angel previously used the Extreme Nightmare Realm to fight against people, causing many creatures in the Nightmare Realm to die. For example, those teacup bands and brick soldiers only have a few defeated soldiers left.

After seeing these defeated soldiers, the Dalmatian, perhaps out of pity or premeditated, spit out a brand new teacup band and brick soldiers from his mouth.

In addition, some daily necessities, such as these porcelain plates, were also provided to the Extreme Luxury Nightmare Realm.

Angel had never thought that these porcelain plates could talk. What he didn't expect was that they first spoke because the inspector came and they spoke out of disgust with the inspector.

Seeing the strange look in the inspector's eyes, Angel felt at a loss for words.

If I had known earlier, I would have just laid a layer of fog on the ground. What kind of extravagant nightmare realm... Angel thought with some bitterness.

Although his heart was complicated, Angel still had to remain calm on his face.

After all, he is the only one who can talk at this table. The Dalmatian was sleepy at this time, and would only bark if he didn't sleep. Wangwang didn't want to expose himself, so everything that happened next had to be decided by Angel himself.

"Master Inspector, I know you have many questions. Why don't you have a meal first? Then I will explain them to you one by one."

The inspector looked at the porcelain plate that had become normal. He still felt weird in his heart and wanted to say that he was not hungry. But Angel spoke again. At this time, he also had doubts about Angel's identity. Is this Angel the Angel he knew? Do his words have any deep meaning? So, does he want to eat it?

The inspector hesitated for a moment, looked in the direction of the void traveler on the opposite side, and then quickly glanced at the curled up Dalmatian dog.

"Ahem, they... haven't eaten either. The master hasn't eaten yet, so we eat first. Isn't it a bit bad? Otherwise, forget it, I'm not hungry either?"

Angel: "They don't need to eat these human foods. However, since the Inspector is not hungry for the time being, let's talk."

Angel was eating bread slowly, but now he put down his knife and fork, rinsed his mouth with a cup, and then wiped his mouth.

"Master Inspector, if you have any questions, you can ask them now." After Angel finished speaking, he silently added in his heart: The premise is that I can say it.

The inspector stared closely into Angel's eyes: "Are you Angel? Are you the Angel I know?"

In such a strange place, Angel was too adaptable, which always made the inspector feel that something was wrong.

Angel: "I am indeed Angel. I understand what you mean by asking this question. I... I just know a little more than you. In fact, I am just an ordinary person."

Ordinary people? Which ordinary person can recognize the existence of Dalmatians? The inspector didn't believe it at all.

However, Angel said that he just "knows more" and therefore adapts, which may be true.

Inspector: "If you are Angel, you should know what I want to ask you most right now."

Angel: "Where is this place? And how to leave? Right?"

The inspector looked directly into Angel's eyes.

"Let's talk about the overall environment first." Angel pointed at the sleepy Dalmatian: "This is its belly."

"And we are in a space created by it. Yes, whether it is the pure white secret room that the adults were in before, or this banquet room, they are actually created by it."

The inspector captured a detail: "Do you know where I was before?"

"Yes, this is what it told me." Angel nodded and pointed to the void traveler opposite.

This time it’s not a Dalmatian, but a void traveler? The inspector thought this was a bit strange, but he suppressed his doubts for the time being and did not ask.

"As for how to leave, it requires its permission." Angel was referring to the Dalmatian this time.

When Angel said this, he did not continue speaking, but looked at the inspector: "Sir, do you have any other questions?"

Of course there is, it’s the same as if you didn’t say it. The inspector roared silently in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm: "With all due respect, what role did you play in this?"

Angel was silent.

After a long time, the inspector said: "If it is inconvenient to say, there is no need to answer."

"It's not that it's inconvenient to say it, it's just that I don't know how to say it. Because no matter what I say, I might be misunderstood by adults." Angel sighed.

"You might as well talk and listen."

"They and I," Angel pointed at the Dalmatian and the Void Traveler, "Actually, we are not familiar with each other, and we have only met two or three times."

"It's called Wang Wang, and it's considered its... subordinate?"

"Because I am the only human being that Wangwang has ever met, and I have had some feelings for him in the past. In order to repay the favor, I am here this time to act as his messenger."

After Angel finished speaking, he looked at the inspector with a sincere face: "Sir, do you believe what I said?"

The observer smiled and said nothing, silently saying in his heart: I don’t believe it.

Angel sighed and looked self-deprecating: "Look, I know that adults won't believe it, and I will be misunderstood no matter what I say. But what I said is indeed true, but there are some things that I can't say clearly."

Inspector: "You said you are the messenger. What do you mean?"

The inspector decided to bypass the question of trust and go directly to the essence.

"That's the literal meaning. Wangwang has something and needs someone to help him convey it. And I, very sadly, was chosen as the messenger." Anyway, the forbidden magic here is Angel's own extremely luxurious nightmare, so He lies right out of his mouth and is not afraid of being seen through by the police.

"What is it trying to say? To whom, me?"

Angel: "Yes."

Angel: "I said before that I know about the Pure White Vault. In fact, it was Wang Wang who told me. Wang Wang has been watching everything that happens in the Pure White Vault. The reason why the Inspector was released is also what Wang Wang meant."

The inspector said nothing, but there was doubt in his heart. Everything Angel said seemed to be arranged by Wang Wang, but what role did that... Dalmatian dog play here?

He had always thought that Dalmatians were watching what happened in the pure white chamber, but now Angel said that it was Wang Wang who was watching, which made him feel a slight difference.

"Wang Wang released the Inspector and went to Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com to reach a cooperation agreement with you."

When Angel said this, the inspector roughly understood the situation at the scene. He was released only because he was valuable.

To put it bluntly, he was threatened.

If he had followed the temper of the inspector in the past, he would have lost his temper at this time, but now, he did not dare or show his inner emotions.

Dalmatian, the big devil, is here to control the situation!

How dare he make any move.

The Dalmatian is at least at the level of Gruzdaward's true form, and may even be...a higher miraculous creature.

Faced with this kind of existence, any dissatisfaction may be noticed by the other party. Therefore, no matter how wronged or dissatisfied you are, it is better to accept it happily. After all, it is good to be alive.

"I don't know, what kind of cooperation is this?" the inspector asked.

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